Run (Like Stars Across The Night Sky)
Run.
Run until it burns. Run until the tops of your feet hurt. Run and challenge and strive until your legs are a warzone of scrapes and bruises and your muscles sit proud and swollen. Run until your entire body aches.
Push the rest of yourself, push towards something, something simple. A ball. A moment. Push until you become the razor sharp moment. Push so that you live up to your name. Push past social graces, past conversations, past the constant feeling of being alone. Bleed, strive, persevere. Spitting up blood is the goal, not a side effect.
I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to anyone. I'm not sure I want to do anything that involves me. Let it be simple, let it be work, let it be sport, let it be art. I want things I can lose myself in. Large, perfect, black holes - that I can fall into until time ends.
Collapsing as I go.
Currently Listening: Stars - I Died So I Could Haunt You (Listen)